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Year Two, Day 127: Lengua Tacos and a Very Good Workout!

I just had the most incredible lunch after a most wonderful workout!

With a very nice gentleman!

We went to Ole! Ole! on Burnside and about 20th.

http://oleoleburnside.com/

And I had lengua for the first time! Lengua is beef tongue. It was so flavorful, rich and tender.  Lengua, where have you been all my life? 

Well it is a cow tongue. Which tends to creep one out a bit.  But no more!

I would like to learn how to cook lengua. But I hear cow tongue is difficult to come by in this neck of the woods.

I also had a carne asada taco and a chicken taco.

I am not stuffed, just pleasant satiated.

I have a full day of piano students today. I think this lunch will hold me over!

Also, my workout was incredible. My friend was detained from work, so I just hopped on the eliptical and went full speed for about 20 minutes. I broke a sweat and suddenly was flooded with endorphins.

I think I was nervous meeting a man to work out with. So I had a bit of adrenaline kick in.

But we had a pleasant time.  Just two friends workout out at the gym and going to lunch.  Nothing to get nervous about right?

I need to remember this feeling. Of near perfect balance.

Doesn't happen in life that often.

But for now, I am good!

Happy Tuesday! :)




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